Definitely Not Munchkin land
Disclaimer: Don't own it, darn.
Chapter 1
Being a superhero isn't all it's chalked up to be. Some people get through it because its their job, like Agents Romanoff and Barton. Others do it because they feel an obligation to, like Steve or Thor. Others just get sucked into it, like Bruce. Or you do it because you are royally pissed off, like Stark.
Me? Well, I don't qualify as any of the above. How about: Or you fight because you are trying to save your alternative universe butt? Yeah, I fell through a strategically Loki placed portal to the Avengers universe.
I must have been quite a sight. Yep, that's me, smack dab in the middle of the Avengers universe. Smack dab meaning in Loki's cage while Fury's interrogating him.
I was sitting on my bed in the dorm room, doing my homework while listening to Relient K (awesome band!) and singing to it. My roommate was on a date so it was just me, an Izze juice, my phone, and my homework.
"And that," I slammed my text books shut, printed the various word documents, and clipped them into my different folders for the different subjects. "Ladies and gentlemen, is how you do that." I took a sip of my juice. "Fizzy." I looked at my watch which was bright yellow today. I had thirty minutes before I needed to go and catch the movie downstairs. I decided to go to the bookstore across the way, where I spent most of my time when I wasn't at the library or my dorm or shopping or at classes or at the movies or tutoring or working at a coffee shop of my own.
"Hey Ninja." My friend said as I sashayed into her shop. Oh I forgot to mention my name...it's Ninja Nobody. Not the most unusual though. I know a couple weirder ones.
"Hey Charlotte. Want to come watch the movie tonight at the dorms?" I said, picking up a huge volume. "How much is this?" The old book was dust covered and said Oxford's Companion To World War 2.
"New? Over $100. But I'll let you have it for $30. Sure, let me get my bag." Charlotte said.
I dug out $30 and slapped it onto the counter before sticking my new book into my messenger bag. "Let's go!"
My friend was a dancer. Her long legs, beautiful curves and straight blond hair got her the looks. Me? Well, I'm a self proclaimed potato. I've got the brains (and the glasses, and the overbite, and the crooked teeth, and the short factor, and the unruly hair, and the mad geniusness) and not much else. I'm pretty sure behind every pretty girl there's a not so pretty side kick.
I smoothed the edge of my just above the knee length 1940's style dress self consciously. Charlotte kept pace with me and we got to movie just as the previews were starting. The theater was packed, an obvious favorite of everyone's. The Avengers.
Charlotte sat down next to me and we were immediately immersed into the Marvel world of awesomeness.
After it was over, Charlotte and I were reviewing it and quoting parts, whole scenes even from the movie. We started walking up to my dorm when I felt it.
"Hey, Char, do you feel odd?" I asked my friend.
"Yeah." Charlotte admitted. "Come on, lets go!"
I went into my dorm and started the microwave. It sounded weird but I ignored it. Charlotte frowned.
"There's something on your microwave." I turned. Oh crap, the Avengers insignia. "Hey, let's push the button!"
"NO!" I screamed but it was too late. She pushed the button.